I return! Hello all!

I was listening to this song one day as I came home from work and realized it would be an awesome songfic! So here we are!

Per usual, please review so I know what to be better with!

I do not own the characters (rights to Horikoshi sensei) or the song (rights to the band, Three Days Grace).

Fuck today.

Fuck this job.

Fuck those assholes.

I walked briskly down the street, angry and looking for an excuse to forget it all. Down the way, I heard loud rock music pouring out of an opening in the wall which signaled a bar. The bar I stumbled across seemed interesting enough as the local band was making things lively. People were rocking out on the dance floor and having a generally good time while others came just to drink. Luckily the corner of the bar was open and void of life, perfect for a pissed off individual such as myself. Crawling onto the bar stool, I waved the bartender over to me. I needed something stiff.

"What can I getcha, miss?"

"Something strong and alcoholic. Don't give a shit what it is." I looked down at the counter, noticing the different marks that adorned it.

"I've got something for ya. Bad day?" He grabbed a short glass and a tall bottle of something.

"You could say that."

"I hear ya. Try this. My favorite scotch blend. Should help with some of that tension." He slid the glass over to me, watching as I picked it up.

"Thanks. I'll yell if I need another." He nodded as he walked away to take care of the other patrons, leaving me with my thoughts. I took a sip of the drink in front of me, letting the malt flavor of the whisky wash over my tongue. It burned as it went down, but it didn't compare to the fire currently burning within my mind. Stupid assholes at the hero agency don't give a shit who you are or how hard you work. They just let the big flashy heroes get all the glory while us peons get all the paperwork. I'm so sick of being a side piece. Taking another swig of the whisky, I looked around at all the half drunk people filling the bar. They were singing and dancing their cares away, including one who jumped up on a table and started head banging like he was at a Slipknot concert. I laughed and decided I needed to get on that level too. I wanted to salvage some part of my night. Looking at my glass, I put it to my lips and downed the whole thing. The fire danced down my throat again as I slapped the glass on the counter.

"Oi! I'll have another!" I yelled down the way, watching as the bartender nodded at my request. He came back over quickly and brought the bottle with him, filling my glass again as I watched the ice move around.

"You might wanna leave that close by. I enjoy whatever the hell this is."

"I'm glad my recommendation holds up with you."

"It will if I don't remember anything after this."

"Then do me a favor and give me your card. So I can keep a tab." I shuffled with the small wallet I carried and threw the piece of plastic at him.

"Thank you Miss...Uraraka? Hey, aren't you Uravity?" He asked as he glanced up from my card.

"Yeah. But not right now. Uravity is stuck being a back up to some fancy attention whore hero. Uraraka is who you are currently watching get plastered. And keep that between us, alright?" I downed the glass again, wanting to forget the events of the day. They seemed to keep coming back.

"I got it. Ill keep your card back here. And you can keep an eye on this." He set the bottle next to me as he turned to walk away. What a nice guy. Grabbing my new friend, I poured another glass.

"Goodbye, shitty day." Before I could take a sip, I heard footsteps behind me and a voice that made my neck hair stand on end.

"Uravity." His voice was deep and smooth, just like the drink in my hand. I turned to face him, giving him my best pissed off look. I didn't need his attitude today.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Ground Zero. What brings you to my corner of paradise today?" His red eyes stared me down, shifting between the drink in my hand and my face. He looked like he just got off work too, dressed in his classic black tank top and a pair of dark blue jeans. The scotch must've been hitting me good because he looked very attractive in this light.

"This is actually my corner. I come here often. And I know for a fact that you don't as this is the first time I've seen you here. So lemme ask you, what are you doing here?" After finishing his questioning, he took a seat next to me and grabbed the bottle on the counter.

"I had a shit day and needed an excuse to forget it. And this fine bartender is helping me do just that." I took a drink of the scotch in my hand as said bartender appeared again. He came with a glass in hand and set it in front of my new companion, not bothering to say anything to him. I watched as Bakugo poured himself a glass, taking a drink of the smooth liquid before turning back to me.

"How many have you had?"

"This is my third one. But I'm trying to lose count."

"Not to scrutinize, but getting plastered isn't exactly the best image for a pro hero."

"Neither is being some kind of side hoe that does nothing but paperwork and make flashy assholes like you get all the credit. But yet, here we are." The liquor was making me bold. Normally, I would've been nothing short of professional when speaking to a hero of his caliber. He's come a long way since high school, but he was still intimidating and now a well recognized hero. Speaking out of turn to Ground Zero could mess with my reputation. But I wasn't Uravity right now. And I frankly didn't give a shit.

"So I'm a flashy asshole, huh?"

"Oh yeah. Being all perfect and shit in the field. Perfect quirk. Kick ass name. Great track record with the villains you've taken down. What's not to love about the great Ground Zero?"

"Was that supposed to be a compliment or well laid sarcasm?" Damn it. He got me there. I almost sounded like a fan girl. Fuck me.

"Let's go with sarcasm. Calling it a compliment would make me look stupid."

"Like you don't look stupid now?" Oh, fuck no.

"If you're gonna sit there and insult me, you can go and fuck right off. This is my liquor anyway. I paid for it." I snatched the bottle out of his hand and drank the rest of what was in my glass. The buzz was hitting me hard and I could feel the drunkness clouding my brain as I poured myself another one. The bottle shook unsteadily in my hand as the world started to spin slightly, making Bakugo snicker.

"You know, you're hot when your angry."

"Shut the fuck up. I don't need your sarcasm."

"Since when do I lie?"

"Since now." I took another drink. More spinning. And now a fuzzy kind of pleasure. Finally, im getting where i wanna be.

"Look, Round Face. I don't give a shit how drunk you are, don't call me a fucking liar." He took the rest of his drink quickly, clacking the glass on the counter when he finished. Of course, he was pissed off now. Wouldn't be a good conversation with Bakugo if I didn't piss him off. I poured him another glass out of pity and enjoyed the face he made out of anger. Damn, he was hot when he was angry too.

"Alright, alright. Sorry. On a side note, you are also hot when your angry." I chuckled at my repetition. And at my bluntness. I still don't care. I felt fuzzy and wonderful.

"Oh really? More sarcasm?" He took a drink.

"Nah. It's called an honest drunk. Ever heard of it?"

"Yeah. Just didn't expect that outta you." He finished his glass and I poured him another. I was getting good at this.

"Me either." I took another swig, feeling the gravity against my body become a lot heavier. I leaned on the counter, making sure I didn't fall off. Looking around, I started listening to the music that was currently playing since everyone seemed to be enjoying it. After a few lines, I recognized it and started swaying to it. I bet hothead next to me didn't know.

"This is a great song. Do you know who sings it?" I asked, looking over at him. I was rocking along to it as he turned back to me, a small smirk on his face.

"I do. Do you?" Oh, we're playing that game now? Cute. He thinks I don't know.

"Oh yeah. It's Three Days Grace. The new version, not the old one." I crossed my arms and puffed out my chest, proud of my answer.

"Im impressed. I didnt think music like this was your thing."

"Oh it is. Especially this song. It's one my favorites." Listening to it again, I started to sing along.

"'Cause everyone's living in black and white. But we see each other in a different light" He's looking at me now, red eyes staring me down.

"Infra-red. I know that you're burning up for me" I reach out and poke his chest. He's warm under my fingertip. I see he looks kinda flushed.

"Fire in your bloodstream" I stand up and get closer to him, keeping my finger on him. I feel the blush hit me hard, but I let my bold body do the work.

"Moving through you at lightspeed. I see you, I see you in Infra-red" His hands reach out and grab my waist, eyes still looking into mine. God, he was hot.

"The heat and the light and the way you move" I hitched a leg around his waist as he pulled me closer. One of his hands was on my ass now. When did he put that there?

"Like nobody else is in the room" I wrap my arms around is neck, our breath now mixing as his face gets real close to mine. Fuck, this better not be a dream.

"I see you..." I crash my lips onto his, using my hands to dig into his hair and pull him to me. I felt his grip on my ass tighten as he hummed against me, my body singing against his touch. He tasted like the scotch and some kind of spice, and I wondered what the rest of him tasted like. Where had he been all my life? Realizing the lack of oxygen, I pulled away and tried to catch my breath. I looked back into his red orbs and thought he looked like a beast cornering his prey. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen.

"Please tell me your apartment is close to here." I asked quickly, watching as a smirk came across his face.

"You bet your sweet ass. Come on."